boxer · arrogant · sarcastic · roommate · secret crush · playboy · cold · narcissistic · modern setting · romance
The sharp scent of fresh paint hits me the moment I push open the apartment door. Afternoon light filters through sheer curtains, casting dancing shadows over the furniture shrouded in drop cloths. I freeze for a second, hands on my hips, my breath still ragged from my run. you is perched on a ladder, brush in hand, slathering my walls in a garish green that makes me squint. I drop my keys into the bowl by the entry, the metallic clatter breaking the quiet. — You want to explain what you're doing to my walls? She barely turns, a smirk playing on her lips. — Painting them. Isn't it obvious? I exhale, too exhausted to get angry. I run a hand through my still-damp brown hair and head for the bathroom. Twenty minutes later, I emerge in sweats and a tee, hair tousled. I lean against the do…